January, 6th 2016

I don't own any of the characters, CW and Eric Kripke do!

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A/N: Hey there my loyal readers :)

Happy New Year! I had planned on uploading earlier but to be honest i waited for the reviews...and there were close to none. If you don't care about this story then I don't have to care about the rate I upload it in i guess. I'll just do it whenever I'm in the mood to upload something and receive nothing for it :D

No but seriously, would it hurt to drop a word or two? I'm not asking for much really but just one kind word would be nice ^^.

Anyway, new chapter. They're still pretty short but since shit is going down I hope that's alright. ;P I hope you had a nice christmas and are pumped for the new year to bring new and exciting things. Like the end of this fanfic x'D

Enjoy~ :3

Chapter 27

Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you
Closer to the edge

"We have to get there!" Sam shouted again. But then he saw the threat behind Gabriel and shouted the archangel's name. But it was too late to dodge, a blade was already embedded into the archangel's stomach.

"No!" Castiel yelled and was suddenly there, taking on Paimon on his own. But Cas was no archangel and it showed. Paimon and his demons were taking control, they could all see it. Several of the hunters were wounded and Abby knew the time had come. The time for their trump cards.

Suddenly, the earth beneath them gave a shake. Abby had asked Sam to guard her and she was taking deep breaths. Little stones began to float and the rumbling got louder. The first demon fell to the ground. She saw the angels just lifted their feet off the floor in flight with Cas dragging Gabriel along and she saw Bobby and Adam taking cover. The demons were confused, searching for a source. Even Paimon seemed distracted but then he spotted Abby.

"You! I thought we got rid of all the rejects?" he hissed. The huntress tried to not flinch at those words and her resolve just hardened.

"Seize her and get me the Winchester!" the hell knight commanded. But Abby would have none of it. She flung her hand in their direction, throwing back the demons in waves and shielding Sam, who had until now tried to shield her. Their fighting was like a dance, constantly one defending the other, both thinking the other one was more worthy of saving. It was a bit ironic but Abby felt the most alive in the last hour than she had felt for most of her previous existence.

"The exorcism, now!" she shouted and even though Gabriel was wounded, he was luckily still conscious. Clinging to Cas, he recited the Enochian he knew by heart.

"Al kan zod I rata, finomischi zota ni. Mohigova Tasozide wo. Ned man adine zi!"

Just as the chant finished, Abby lunged forward. She had caught the angel sword that Cas threw her and took the few steps towards the frozen Hell Knight. But she didn't stab him, no. The huntress jammed the sword right into the ground at his feet and screamed with all her might, channeling her powers. The ground split right open with a crush and in combination with Gabriel's chant just as it finished, something seemed to grab onto Paimon and the nearest demons, dragging them down towards the ground, then pulling on their very existence. A few seconds later, all demons in the strees were on the floor and Paimon had disappeared into the pit, slipped between the cracks while Abby stepped back.

"Wow. And I thought you actually needed me there." Came a young voice from behind them. Abby turned, now again by Sam's side. She was bruised and had some cuts –and was totally out of power and dead on her feet but that didn't matter right now- but without a thought, her hand found Sam's. She smiled at the younger Winchester, then at the boy standing before them. The demons had gone quiet, if not from their exorcism rant then because the boy before them wanted them to.

Jesse drove a small hand through his hair and stared over to the storms gathering in the distance.

"Shouldn't we go and help?" he asked.

Sam smiled.

"Yeah. Let's imprison the devil."

Dean felt like he was being pulled apart. His insides felt like rubber and his arms would surely be pulled off soon. There was a terrible sensation dragging him towards something he hadn't yet identified and he slowly realized that something –or someone- was holding onto him desperately, like somebody who couldn't swim clung onto a floating piece of wood. As the hunter regained his senses, the first thing he noticed was the gaping hole in the ground not a few meters away from him. There was a terrible wind surrounding them and it was dragging everything in the general vicinity towards that hole.

And the hole seemed massive and so deep that Dean couldn't even see the schemes of a bottom. Just … blackness. Even his newly sharp eyes couldn't make out a damn thing, he just knew that he did not want to go down there.

"If I'm going down there, you're coming with me, Michael." The dreaded voice whispered far too close to him and Dean looked towards the source. There was freaking Lucifer, grabbing onto him with fists of steel.

"Let go of me, Lucifer. It's your cage, I'm not going in there." Michael's and his mouth moved without Dean's control but that was fine by him. He didn't quite comprehend the situation yet.

"You high and mighty bastard. You're doing this once again just because Daddy says so? Haven't you learned anything from this mess?" Lucifer flinched between his teeth. The former angel looked terrible, clearly Michael had decided he was weak enough to be put back into his cage. There were bleeding and gashing wounds all over with grace leaking out in several places. His skin looked like it was burning up from the inside and something told Dean that he was short before bursting into his true form. Michael had once explained to him that angels couldn't be in their true form when on earth and that it would be devastating but he hadn't elaborated. So Dean was pretty much convinced that Lucifer bursting into his true form right here right now wouldn't only be bad for Lucifer but also for himself.

"The only thing I learned is that Father was right. You do not deserve to walk this earth if you dishonor its inhabitants like you did in the time you were out of there. Doing it again is my own choice, Lucifer. Father wanted me to kill you." Michael insisted. Dean was still not fully in control and if he was honest, he was glad of it. If Michael's strength disappeared now, he would fall in there and then he would bleed out from the wound in his stomach that was still there. Or the other way around, not that it mattered. Before Lucifer could make another retort or anything could happen, really, another voice interrupted them.

"DEAN!" and that voice was something that really threw him off. It was Sam, why was Sam here? He had assured that he was too far away for them to travel. But when he turned around in the trashing, pulling wind, he saw his little brother, supporting a apparently pretty tired but fine Abby. Gabriel, arm over Castiel's shoulder, looked wounded but alive, at least Michael was pretty certain he would live. Good. But they shouldn't be here. The Archangel-hunter mix spotted the other hunters behind the angels, Bobby and Adam. They all looked battle worn but fine and Dean couldn't help but smile. They got through. Somehow, they had all made it. Now for the last thing…

He felt his feet slipping beneath him as the pull got stronger.

"Don't come closer, Sam!" he yelled back at his brother and Gabriel stood still, grabbing Sam's shirt to pull him back as well.

"But-"

"You'll get pulled in too so don't come closer."

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine." Was his short answer as his fingers tried to pry Lucifer's grip from him. But of course, the devil hadn't given up yet. He tightened his grip and threw his gaze in Sam's direction and suddenly, the younger Winchester seemed to crumble, in pain, holding his head.

"Stop that. He won't take you in." Michael just waved his hand and Sam's pain seemed to subside. He stood again, now Gabriel was supporting him more than the other way around.

"Give it up, Lucifer." And finally, the older archangel pried Lucifer's finger from his arm and the devil lost his footing.

"Never." The former angel growled and suddenly, Michael gasped. Lucifer had reached directly for his wound, the one he had fashioned when they left the battlefield. He had grabbed right into it, hand by now completely in Dean's stomach and if he wasn't holding on to Dean's intestines then he sure as hell grabbed some grace right there. At first his mouth just opened in shock but then he felt his knees giving In and heard how his mouth offered a pained cry. Instead of just landing on his knees though, the wind had picked up, making both of them lose their footing now. They were slipping further towards the edge, Michael could actually feel the ground beneath their feet getting weaker.

"Dean!"

"Michael!" again, the shouts of his brothers. He tried to look over through weakened eyes but it was no use. He couldn't move. His hands tried to finger for his sword but he remembered how it lay meters away on the ground, where he had thrown it to get out the rings and chant. How could he have been so stupid to think Lucifer would just obey? He could still remember the last time very clearly, Lucifer had clung to every last bit he could get. What was different this time?

Right, he remembered. He had others to think about now. Back in that last battle, it had just been his order to imprison his brother. He remembered being sad about it but there was no real acting on his sadness as it was his father who issued the command. Now though…now he looked into Lucifer's desperate eyes, now glimmering evilly from his sense of victory and saw how much had changed in him too.

"Let me go!" Sam bellowed, violently struggling against Abby's now suddenly very firm grip.

"NO, you'll fall too!" Abby's protest was falling on deaf ears. The huntress had to try very hard to pull Sam away from the pit.

"I don't fuckin care!" he only dimly heard their arguments. He was in immense pain but tried to focus, he tried to focus so hard. His and Michael's mind were one. They were the strongest being alive and they would not get dragged into that pit, the deepest pit of hell, not if they could help it. Dean felt the power within him that Lucifer tried to grab onto, he felt that the devil couldn't trash it. Even if his insides hurt and Michael was terrified by the resemblance to another situation that this had, Lucifer didn't have the power that Death had. Lucifer couldn't crush him. So he returned the smile, in pain and with blood on his lips and he felt his wings spread wide, felt the light within him spread. Suddenly, he was in the air and the pain worsened as Lucifer tried to hold on. But his wings were broken and he could not use them, they were there still but as he had fallen, they were burned up. His wings, once among the most beautiful of all the angels were no longer functional for actual flying.

It was difficult to keep his balance in the air with all the sucking wind but he felt the ground beneath them crumbling, also falling into the pit just as his feet left the ground. Lucifer was just hanging by a threat now, his bloodsoaked hand had to let go of Dean's insides and try to cling onto anything he could grab.

"No! No this isn't happening! I'm not letting you!"

"Yes. You are."

It was not Michael that said that.

A bit away from the group, there was another figure. It was small but steadfast and it was the figure of a boy, staring at Lucifer with spite in his eyes.

"HA! Finally, you're showing yourself. Now you can finish the host of heaven like the prophecy tells you to. Come on, just one word, my brave little Anti-Christ."

"My name is Jesse." The boy hissed. Again, Lucifer just laughed. Suddenly, Michael felt more pain. At first he thought that Jesse had targeted him instead but then he felt hands grab his feathers, felt Lucifer tugging at them and suddenly, he couldn't fly anymore. The pull was there once again because he couldn't counteract it with his wings and he fell, this time not able to stop, tumbling tumbling tumbling…..

"FREEZE!" a young voice shouted and then…

the world was still.

I don't remember one moment I tried to forget
I lost myself is it better not said
Now I'm closer to the edge

It was a thousand to one and a million to two
Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you
Closer to the edge
No I'm not saying I'm sorry

One day, maybe we'll meet again
No I'm not saying I'm sorry
One day, maybe we'll meet again
No, no, no, no

Can you imagine a time when the truth ran free
The birth of us all, the death of a dream
Closer to the edge
This never ending story, paid for with pride and fate

We all fall short of glory
Lost in ourselves

~Closer to the Edge, 30 seconds to Mars

So! Yeah that's it for now I guess ^^. There's a cliffhanger nobody asked for. I'll probably be merciful and upload sooner if you maybe tell me what you think? pretty please :D

I brought Jesse back in haha. I thought it would be cool to kinda have him as a reserve for the big finale and have Lucifer think that he's on his side, since he is half demon after all. I wanted Jesse's turn to Michael's side to mean something and in this case it means that he turned to Michael because -in contrast to Lucifer- Michael showed him compassion and tried to give him a home. Most important of all though, as a symbol for all of that, Michael always, every single time, called him by his human given name, not 'the anti-Christ', like Lucifer does. Given -and chosen- names are important people so respect them, it can mean so much to the other person if you respect their choice ;)

Oh and the song fits because of the pit haha. That was probably obvious.

Have a nice day ;P